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'Hope will never be silent' - Harvey Milk

A couple of years ago I was given a book containing true love stories from everyday people. The more I read and as much as I loved the idea of this book, it quickly became apparent to me that the vast majority of the love stories contained in this book were between heterosexual partners. As a member of the LGBTQIA community, this saddened me.



I created this blog as a space for other members of the LGBTQIA community to post and share their stories of love. These stories are just as valid and important and have every right to be shared and viewed. Although progress is being made in the realm of LGTBQI rights, there is still a long way to go. In order to reduce the negative stigma associated with the LGTBQIA community, exposure is a must!



Despite the progress towards equality in recent years, there is still much hate and discrimination present in the world. I thought that it would be nice for people to see that despite unequal treatment that is still so common in American society, happiness is indeed possible.




Caveat: This blog was not created to "fight the man" and force equality in American society; rather these stories have been posted to give people hope that love in the LGTBQIA is right and okay. Furthermore, this blog was created to honor the stories of everyday people who are often ignored and remind people that love is the same, no matter the couple.


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** If you have a story that you'd like to share, please email me at: miatfurtado@gmail.com































Tuesday, December 20, 2011

I had undergone a minor surgery that had left me in major pain. The surgery was done in my mouth, which left talking difficult, breathing uncomfortable and eating near impossible. My girlfriend at the time requested two shifts off in order to be with me the night before, (these procedures seem to make me quite anxious), then to take me the morning of, and spend the rest of the day with me.

The pain is nothing like I have ever felt in my life and she was there to make me laugh, rub my back when I cried, make delcious smoothies for me to drink and comfort me when I was feeling anxious. Without asking she completed my grocery shopping and even thought to buy my favorite lavander bubble bath. She drew me a bath that first night and helped me shower since I was high on percocet.

She had to work and go to class the next couple of days but after her shifts and classes she came right over to my house to continue to take care of me (she happened to live an hour a half away from me) so I wouldn't have to be alone at night. After five days of commuting and being my bedside nurse, she surprised me by coming up one night when I wasn't expecting her just to make sure that I was doing alright.

About a month after my surgery our relationship ended in one big hot mess. To this day we do not talk and have gone our separate ways, but I am still very thankful for how well this woman took care of me during a difficult and scary moment in my life.

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